What it hasn't taken a whole entire month to update?

Thank you for all your comments on this and all the follows.

I start back up at the Ballet next week so not sure how updates will go but I hope you enjoy this one either way.

Same as usual, I don't own anything, now do I have a beta yet. C'est le vie

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"This doesn't change my mind," Sarah found herself breathing in his ear as he kissed down her neck.

"So you have said," Jareth chuckled as he nipped lightly at her neck. Grinning to himself when he heard the soft moan deep in her throat. "Though for someone so innocent, you have airs that tell me otherwise?"

"Who says I'm innocent?" Sarah retorted, letting her body roll into his.

"It's written all over you. From the tips of your fingers to the way that you walk," he spoke as his hand trailed over the top of her thigh. She cursed the slit in her skirt at the moment as she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Even so, it doesn't change anything. I'm not going to fall head over heels over one night." Sarah hissed as she felt his hands centimetres away from the warm heat that was radiating from her core. "Your Majesty," she added as she exhaled letting her sink back into the wall of the room they were in.

"You are so sure of yourself," he spoke so surely into her ear. His fingers massaging the soft flesh. The words didn't matter anymore, she wasn't telling him, no, to stop. She only wished to tell him that she was not his. She did want him or his companionship which was within her rights. Companions could refuse a man as a benefactor, it was her own choice. It was rather refreshing her own self struggle to not have feelings.

It had been a long minute since he had someone so young. The struggle that most young companions had. The one in realizing that allowing yourself to feel didn't end your own independence.

She wasn't the first innocent he ever had. He doubted she would be his last since he still had a marriage contract in the works from his childhood. This wasn't a duty though, this was just about pleasure.

It was dark in the room, as she stopped him from lighting the candles with magic. "I like the dark," she whispered as she held his hands in hers for a moment. Before they travelled up his arms and over his shoulders. Settling beneath the leather of his jacket she pushed it from his shoulders.

It fell from his arms onto the floor as he grasped the long end to her wrap, she spun in her spot. Unwrapping itself from her body until she felt herself free of the long garment. She took a deep breath before she settled herself on to the bed, kneeling so she could kiss him properly. Her hands resting over his chest, sneaking underneath his shirt. Relishing with a sigh that the large open neckline allowed it.

Then with one brave move, she pulled it from his trousers, his incredibly tight trousers. Ones that hid nothing from view. Allowing her to watch him grow. Grow to a rather disproportional size that rested around her lower stomach.

With a swift movement, he pulled the long hair stick out of her large bun. Letting the dark waves fall around her as he ran his hands through them so they would fluff up. It wasn't until she felt him pull at the hem of her underdress. Slowly he raised it, allowing her to raise her arms in the process before he tossed it aside. Like a kid in the confectionary store, his hands went towards the swaying orbs. Kneading them under his palms until her nipples were peaked and pebbled while she moaned.

They shifted on the bed, his lithe body covering hers as continued his touches. Their tongues lavishing each other, each time they met after a breath of air. Their legs tangled until they shifted so that she was cradling him between her legs. Letting his rock hard cock nestled at her core that was only covered by a scrap of lace.

She knew she could tell him to stop at any time, that he would with the grace of a gentleman. However at this time and place, all thoughts of saying stop was long gone. Her body burned like a fire that was wild rampage destroying any thought that didn't take no for an answer. His tongue was the only answering back to her bodies response. The clever skilled tongue that lavished her until it found its destination. Her back arched in shock at the first wet kiss on her thigh. She was more than ready as felt her own wetness at the first contact of his fingers over the scant lacy cotton. His fingers work swiftly, pushing aside the damp covering so he could gain more access.

She was a withering mess within minutes, her panties long pulled down and discarded. His clever tongue and fingers working her until she was moaning. While he smirked at the profanities that never would have been polite in company. Large lapping licks that ended with around her clit. Two, even three fingers work her to open up to him as she lingered on the edge. She whined as she felt him stretch her by adding the third and stretching them as much as he could. It was the first time, she noticed his own pants were missing in action. If three fingers made her feel full, surely-

He was long with measurable girth as her hand curled around it. It stood out towards her as she felt his size for the first time. She looked back up towards his face which was half highlighted by moonlight as she stroked him.

"If you keep at that Precious-" he hissed under his breath. "I will not last," he added when he saw a frown. "Don't worry about my pleasure, I will have mine soon enough."

Sure enough, he did as pulls her closer, his cock glistening with her juices as he teased her. Thrusting so he glided through her slit. Hitting her bundle of nerves that still were sensitive from his tongue. He did that a few more times before without warning he thrust into her wet channel. She had been prepped enough that she took him easily even though she gasped in shock at the feeling. She had never felt so complete, he filled her so completely that it was on the verge of being painful.

There was always pain in beauty. As the old saying went Beauty was pain.

The beauty was in the act. How their bodies moved, meeting with each thrust. The feeling of emptiness each time he pulled back,. leaving her almost completely. Holding back until she whined and thrust upwards with her hips to make him closer. She came hard as he reaches down between them, squeezing him until he grunted. Thrusting painfully into her as he lost himself inside her.

She didn't mean to fall asleep or stay so late but her limbs felt numb as she caught her breathe laying next to him. She didn't feel him leave the bed in the early morning as the sun rose. Allowing him for the first time to see the pearlescent gold veins on her back as she lay on her stomach.

She woke up alone the next morning, the sun fully out in the sky it appeared as she looked around the room. Her clothing was neatly folded at the end of the bed. She sat up brushing her long dark hair out of her face while thinking about the night. She wandered to the mirror that was on the wall. She didn't look any different, but she wasn't exactly sure how she felt exactly yet. She traced over one of the many shimmering veins that crossed over her shoulder. Following the curl until it curled into itself.

"Do I disgust him?" She wondered out loud as she pulled on her underdress that hid her skin from view. She carefully wrapped the long robe until it sat correctly on her body and slipped on her shoes. It was then she realized she had no idea how to get back to the chateau.

She wandered the halls which were oddly deserted. She only needs to find one person with magic. It wasn't until a floating orb caught her attention she sighed in relief. It led her through the halls to a doorway that opened as soon as she approached it.

"I trust you slept well?" His voiced rippled towards her from his desk near the window. His back turned to her as he worked.

"I did, thank you." She replied softly. "Can you message the Chateau to send my driver?" She plucked up the courage to ask.

"Of course," he agreed before turning in his chair. "You do not disgust me, Sarah," he repeated her words she spoke in the bedroom. "I merely rise early, though I can understand your hesitance with our agreement," he told her. "I should have known, but I never did know what you looked then even back then. The reality is that my mother sent you to the Chateau when I was called away. I had nothing to do with your upbringing there." He offered her origins to the kingdom like it was a consolation prize.

The girls pounced on her as soon as Sarah walked through the doorway of the Chateau. They had seen her arrive at the gate and this was the first time she ever stayed out all night. She kept pretty type lipped about the whole night. Even if she could trust her sisters, that night was for her and her alone to remember.

It was sloppy, awkward and unorganized on her part. Yet one of the most beautiful things she had ever experienced. She found she felt better knowing it was her own memory that couldn't be retold. That no one could comment or twist it to make her feel less, or stupid for doing it. They had been dancing around each other for weeks and it was the only thing she found to be a logical step forward.

She didn't want to be a mistress, she didn't want to be his Queen. She just wanted to be his, but they were not ordinary people. Ordinary people got to have their ordinary lives. They instead had messy complicated lives. Ones with rules and orders that were dictated to them in some form or another.

The mistress looked up and tilted her head when Sarah passed by her office. She could only offer a small reassuring smile and nod her head to the woman who raised her. She shut the door to her room, locking it behind her as she peeled off her robes. She should bathe; but she could still smell the scent of his lingering Cologne on her skin, in her hair. She fell onto her bed with a sigh.

The intense feelings that still floated in her, the feeling of those first few thrusts. The stinging burn that quickly turned to pleasure was still all fresh in her mind. The heavy heat that burned through her body by his hands.

She wasn't sure how long she laid there in her bed, or if she actually heard the key turn the lock in the door. She turned to see Simone carrying a tray of food, thanking the Domestic for opening the door for her.

"You missed dinner, and I am sure you haven't eaten anything since yesterday?" Simone commented as she set the tray down on the table. Picking up the robes that still laid on the floor. Something that she was not used to from seeing with Sarah as she was always tidy.

Sarah sat up grimaces at the rawness she still felt. She brushed the hair out of eyes as she looked at Simone with curiosity. She was too polite to say what was echoing in her mind. That once upon a time Simone was a favourite of the King or spent time with the king at the very least.

"You know you're the first one to ever spend an entire night and morning at the palace?" Simone said in a rather teasing voice. "We actually were beginning to worry, that he had you locked away somewhere."

"You had a relationship with the king," Sarah blurted out, before turning bright red. She clutched the blanket to her chest in shame.

"Really Sarah, if you think I am jealous you need to remember that those days are far behind me. I have my own life and made my own choices. The King and I's parting was nothing more than a mutual agreement. We both knew when it was over. He knew when he saw I had more eyes and attraction for his knight than I did for him. We are all adults." Simone tried to reassure her. "I won't ask questions, because I know the King is a generous man when it comes to the people he favours. But I warn you Sarah do not cross him. He is black and white and likes to know the truth."

"I have never shied away from the truth," Sarah sighed. "I spend most of every evening reminding him that I have no intention in becoming his mistress. I am not a kept woman, I do not need him to survive."

"Oh you are so naive and stubborn," Simone barked out a laugh. "You essentially challenged him to make you his mistress. He always enjoys a good game. Except the game is on him, because you never do anything you do not wish to do. Though I do have to ask the obvious question of how are feeling?"

"I am fine Simone," Sarah rolled her eyes. "He was a perfect gentleman and that is all I will say." She cut the questioning short.

"Fine, I only ask because I care" Simone patted her arm. In other words, Simone knew just what the King was hiding beneath his trousers. "But I will suggest a bath with a healthy dose of bath salts. I saw that wince." She stated as she stood up from her place on the bed. "Eat, take the night off according to the mistress and don't forget to take the tonic." She prattled on as she walked over the door.

Life went on, and while Sarah did take the night off, she still had prior engagements booked. Bravely she stepped out into the night once more with her sisters. A new appreciation for those around her, the ones who so easily took to the dark of the night with men. Things were different now, her name had been linked with the King. Men still flirted, of course, but there was always a hesitance until she encouraged them.

It had been a week since that night at the palace when she awoke to the thick envelope bearing the kings seal. Such a thing to say, after she told him time and time again that she was not his.

I hear you have been naughty, perhaps I need to teach you a lesson?

J

Sarah tossed aside the letter and grabbed her own stationery.

Naughty is defined as doing something wrong. I am only doing my job nothing more. Do I need to remind you that you agreed that I am not yours and my life is my own to live?

S

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Tina